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Some years ago, it seems like an eternity to me now, I made the fateful
encounter which so drastically changed the course of my life. From that
moment on I was slowly but surely led down a strange path from which
there is now no return. Naïvely, I let myself become entrapped by the
guiles of a beautiful woman; led from the heights of heaven to the
depths of hell by an enticing smile. Even now I have a hard time
believing what I've become and don't know whether to laugh, cry or
whinny.

It all started in my final year of college. Anticipating a Summa Cum
Laude business degree I was on top of the world looking forward to a
bright future and meaningful career. I was in no hurry to settle down
and enjoyed playing the field of available young women. Not blessed with
a muscular frame, it wasn't exactly handsome looks that attracted the
ladies to me, but charm and wit that somehow compensated for my immature
stature. The relationships were usually short lived but long enough to
enjoy some satisfying intimacy and sex before the parting of ways. That
was ok with me for, as yet, I had no desire to enter into a long term
serious relationship. All in all, life was good. Yet to meet my dream
girl, I had not even thought to start looking for her. You know, your
soul-mate, the one that captivates your heart so completely you're
willing to sacrifice everything to be with her no matter what.

I first saw her in Charlie's, an upscale downtown bar, one Saturday
night. She was in a small group of attractive women that were, alas,
totally off-limits. The attending men were tall, muscular and had a
military look about them. I would never reach her, let alone survive an
attempt to introduce myself. To be perfectly honest, I was asking myself
what she could possibly see in a scrawny underdeveloped runt like me,
given all of that well-hung prime meat so attentively surrounding her. I
tried not to stare but her exotic off-world looks intoxicated me. It was
love at first sight. She was by far the most beautiful woman in the
room. Standing tall in heels, her natural height probably matched my 5'
9". She had long, lustrous black hair and emerald green eyes that
literally sparkled with mischief.

I blushed heavily as she glanced in my direction, our eyes meeting for
her to catch my obvious stare. Smiling, she demurely lowered her
eyelashes; the universal cue to a man that the woman across the crowded
room is interested in you. She spoke briefly to one of the male escorts
and then casually moved away from her protective group. I fancied that
she was headed over to me, but no, she walked towards the ladies room.
This was my chance to single her out. Typical of so many men in such a
situation, confronted with meeting the woman of their dreams, I was
frozen in place, scared of screwing it up and getting a big brush-off.
My feet were cemented to the ground while I struggled to think of a
witty introduction line. The all too brief window of opportunity lost, I
despondently moved over to the bar to purchase a consolation drink. As I
turned around she was right in front of me bumping into my full glass,
the contents spilling over my jacket. Apologizing for being so clumsy,
she dabbed at the spill with a tissue. Wanting to impress, I managed to
stammer "No harm done. It's my fault for being in your way." Saying that
I was obviously a gentleman, she gave me a brief kiss on the cheek,
turned around without saying another word and quickly rejoined her
group. I inhaled her lingering scent, a perfume mingled with pheromones
that sent heady signals to my brain. Why had she come over to me only to
leave so abruptly? My answer was in the stern protective glances coming
from the men in her group; a definite message to back off if I knew what
was good for me. I left the bar feeling physically sick for not having
at least asked her name, let alone asked her out on a date or exchanged
phone numbers. What a miserable excuse for a man I was, but I took some
solace from knowing that she was out of my league and I had probably
avoided being roughed up.

Taking off my jacket at home and I emptied it of all contents ready for
dry cleaning. Besides my keys, wallet and phone I was surprised to find
a folded piece of paper. "Naughty boy!" it stated. "Your eyes told me
what you were doing. I hope I did not disappoint! I bet you too look
cute in nothing but your birthday suit. Give me a call sometime soon
and, who knows, maybe we'll live up to each other's imaginations. Hope
you're not too shy to say hello, Daphne." Needless to say I was in
heaven. I now had her name and phone number. Out of all those men, this
gorgeous woman found me cute enough to seek me out. Was I really this
lucky?

I could barely wait until the next day to call her. On the phone I
quickly lost my shyness as we chatted for many hours, both flirting and
exchanging the minutia of our lives. Stupidly I asked about her escorts
that night to which she giggled and teased me about being jealous. After
I admitted my guilt she told me not to worry, they were just her
father's goons. Father was apparently very protective of his little girl
and did his utmost to cocoon her in a tight ring of security. All of her
male friends were vetted and had to meet with Daddies approval. That was
why she had been so forward in passing me a secret note. If we were to
start dating it would have to be done very discretely.

We arranged to meet at a romantic Italian bistro. It is situated on a
quiet square near my apartment. We chatted over flickering red candles
while sharing a good bottle of Chianti. Savoring each other's eyes we
slowly exchanged our life histories. Not wanting to scare her away on
our first date, I chose not to express what my heart wanted me to yell
out loud. Instead I told her of my dreams for the future and how I
wanted to get to know her better. She talked about her family and how
she did not want to follow the life that father had laid out for her.
Her home world was Imperium and she was on Earth to "round out" her
education before returning home to get married, just as her sister
Stefanie had done three years earlier.

Magnus, or Daddy as she always called him, ran a powerful space shipping
company and spent a lot of time off-world making various business
transactions. He is a powerful man being a Senator; one of the nobility
on Imperium. He has plans to grow the business into a space shipping
empire and Daphne is a key part of those plans. At an early age, she had
been betrothed to Adrian, the son of his major competitor. Daphne wanted
nothing to do with the boring Adrian and a stifling marriage; she vowed
to only marry for love. Looking so distraught and desperate in that
moment, I took her into my arms and whispered how I hoped to be her true
love, her knight in shining armor that would save her from such a fate.
I know it sounded corny, but I truly meant it. Her sobbing tears slowly
drew to a halt. As we stared into each other's eyes, her facial
expression slowly transitioned to produce the hint of a smile. We moved
our lips together to take a first tentative kiss. Encouraged by its
success, we continued kissing, at first tenderly, and then full of
passion. Needless to say, I had fallen hook, line and sinker for Daphne,
but what about Daddy. I was scared to death of him, but at that moment
it did not matter. I was smitten and somehow our love would find a way
for us to stay together.

After just a few weeks of casual dating we embarked on a more serious
relationship spending as much time as possible with each other. It was
difficult having to always meet secretly at my apartment, never at hers.
Each tryst was limited to how long she could avoid being missed by the
security goons. Every time she had to put on a heavy disguise to leave
her apartment and could not be gone for long without being missed. This
made our love making infrequent but all the more passionate.

Daphne's ideas for sex were much more adventurous than mine. She was
always coaxing me into trying new ways to satisfy our carnal appetites,
making each tryst a thrilling new experience. Having exhausted the
positions in karma sutra, we tried out bondage, each taking turns at
being dominant and submissive. At first I did not notice, but as time
went on she seemed to really enjoy being the dominant one, so we fell
into a routine of me being the submissive. Although I never thought of
myself as a macho man I was surprised by my acceptance of her taking the
dominate role in our sex play. I had never thought of myself as
submissive. It's amazing how erotic the touch of a feather can be when
with arms and legs restrained, it is lightly brushed over one's exposed
erogenous zones. Naked and tied spread eagle on the bed, Daphne would
tease me to arousal and then ease off only to stimulate me to the edge
of orgasm a few minutes later. Sometimes she would finish the heavenly
torture by taking my rod in her mouth, licking and sucking me to
ejaculation. She always let the semen squirt over my naked body, never
in her mouth. She would then scoop it up to feed me, refusing release
until I licked up every single drop. Other times she would straddle and
ride her mount to fulfillment. Either way there was no escape for me. I
was her willing sex toy to do with as she pleased. It was exquisite not
being able to resist or control the method of our love making, only
certain of its eventual outcome.

We had been going steady for five months when out of the blue Daphne
quizzed, "Carl, Do you know why this coming weekend is extra special for
me?"

I did not have a clue; some kind of lover's event that I had forgotten?
Trying to extricate myself with humor, I jokingly responded, "Save the
whales day."

"No silly, it's my coming of age Birthday this Friday!" she squealed
excitedly.

Feeling bad that I did not know, I exclaimed, "I'm such a jerk!" Then
anticipating I was in hot water I pleaded, "Please forgive me. How can I
possibly make it up to you?"

"Don't feel bad honey. I didn't expect you to know since I didn't tell
you until now. But I do have a gift in mind that would make my Birthday
extra special, the best ever!"

"If it's in my power, it's yours," I replied.

"That's wonderful," came Daphne's exited response, "because I want us to
spend the whole day together and have you to myself overnight. I've
arranged a full day of activities; a birthday dinner followed by an
evening at the ballet and then clubbing till late in the morning."

Thrilled, I was beginning to think this would be an extra special
present for me too! Did this mean Daphne was willing to bring our
relationship out into the open? Maybe Daddy was not such an ogre after
all. I truly hoped so. "Of course darling, but what gift can I get you?"

"This is where the extra special part comes in," she squealed excitedly.
"With the ever present chaperones you obviously can't come as my
boyfriend, but I think you'll make a very convincing girlfriend"
continued Daphne taking an extra girlish pose and fluttering her eyelids
at me.

"No, seriously," I laughed thinking it was all in jest.

"Yes, seriously," she giggled. "That's the only way it will work."

"No way," I exclaimed. "I could never pull that off, not in a million
years, not in front of everyone."

"It will be such fun pulling a fast one on Daddy," she said with glee.
"Just think, Carl, we'll be able to make love overnight at my apartment
and maybe even spend the whole weekend together. No one will be the
wiser."

"But he's sure to do a background check on me and find that your
girlfriend is really a boyfriend," I countered.

"Yes, I've thought of that already. Today I had a close friend of mine
hack into the public records and change your name to Cindy. As far as
the world is concerned you are now a woman." Seeing the look of shock on
my face she continued, "It's no big deal honey, my friend will even
provide a genuine driver's license for you and change everything back to
normal when sadly it's all over." Daphne had already assumed my
agreement to participate in the crazy scheme, and now had little choice
but to gracefully accept. Solidifying the plan even further she added,
"I've already made a make-over appointment for you on Thursday at my
beauty parlor."

I had never even thought about cross-dressing, let alone been interested
in doing it. I was petrified of the idea of posing in public as a woman,
especially since I expected to fool no one. Daphne, however, was so
happy and excited at the prospect that I could not spoil her fun just
yet. It was after all her twenty first birthday and I had promised to
make it extra special; I just hadn't realized that meant extra special
for me too!

Thursday morning rolled around much too soon. After showering and
shaving all over as instructed by Daphne, I had some coffee and waited
for her to arrive. It was still very early and the sun had yet to rise.
Surprisingly she arrived with a box laden man trailing her. Sydney was
apparently a body sculpting medic, whatever that meant. To save
embarrassment at the beauty salon, Daphne had hired him to deal with the
more intimate details of my transition beforehand. It was a kind
thought, but I found being worked upon by a man to be extremely
humiliating, even more so with Daphne constantly watching the process
and giggling at my embarrassment. First I was given an all over massage,
perfumed oils being rubbed into my skin. The oil was a depilatory to
prevent any hair growth for about a week. I was told to open my mouth
wide and he sprayed a liquid down into my throat. I wondered what that
was for as I felt something in my throat get tighter.

Next step in the process was applying the skin prostheses. First to go
on were the C cup breasts. The glue gave off a heady vapor that made me
feel somewhat high. After carefully positioning the breasts on my chest
Sydney instructed me to lie still for ten minutes thus allowing the
breasts to strongly bond with my skin leaving no visible seam. Sitting
up I could feel their weight and noticed how they jiggled with every
body movement. Daphne laughed at the terrified look on my face but came
to my rescue with a satin platform bra. She clipped it around my body
and showed me how to settle my new breasts comfortably into the
miniscule cups. I was grateful for the bra's support but felt self-
conscious at the way my naked breasts, replete with genuine looking
nipples, were openly displayed on a shelf.

Next I stood as thigh and bottom enhancements were glued in place. In no
time at all I had some very natural looking feminine curves. By this
time I was beginning to feel a little bit excited.

"Perfect timing for the vagina," Sydney mocked as he noticed signs of
arousal at my crotch. "Now lay back girl and spread them for lover boy,"
he said, "this won't hurt at all." His latex covered hands worked my
testicles until they popped up into my body cavity. Using glue he sealed
them securely into place. "Now for the piece de la resistance," he
snickered. I was handed some kind of plastic ring and told to slip it
onto my penis. I did not like the look of it and hesitated to do so.
Daphne, impatient with me, took the ring and slipped it on before I
could say no. It slide on easily, but gripped fast when I tried to
remove it. A hair blower was then directed at my genitals. It felt
erotic and my penis did its best to lengthen only to be restricted by
the ring. After several minutes of heating the ring had shrunk much
smaller, tightening its grip even further. Sydney then took hold of my
penis and inserted it into a recessed sheath within a fake vagina.
Pushing my penis into the sheath I heard the ring snap and lock into
some kind of catch. I did not like the sound of that.

The vagina looked very realistic after being smoothed out, and glued
into place on my crotch. It even had a heart shaped landing strip of
pubic hair. "The ring will hold Johnny in place for the duration so
you'll need to pee sitting down," Sydney laughed. "Oh, and if you feel
adventurous, it has a vaginal recess to enjoy being fucked by a man. The
ring will prevent any leakage around the seams when you pee but, most
importantly, will keep you in girl mode by preventing any erections."

Daphne was finding the situation, especially my response to the 'fucked
by a man' comment, hilarious. The more she broke out into fits of
laughter, the more I fumed red with embarrassment. Fortunately, before I
blew a fuse, she calmed herself down and stopped her giggling. Trying to
keep a straight face she thanked me for being such an understanding
lover and undergoing all of this just for her. I knew that she was also
making fun of me but I decided to play along with her. Forcing a smile I
sarcastically whispered, "You know I'll do literally anything for you
darling!" only to realize that I had a female sounding voice. Daphne
broke out into laughter and giggles once again.

I was shocked by my voice and overall appearance. The vagina, breasts
and literally everything else looked and felt so damn real. I was awash
with emotions. Sydney, by his snide comments and man handling of my
penis, had upset and angered me. His laughter at my predicament had been
all too humiliating. Unfortunately, given my situation, I had no way to
regain even a modicum of male dignity.

As if to reinforce my thoughts, Sydney rudely instructed, "Oh! Honey
buns, I almost forgot to tell you. Hot showers will help prolong
effectiveness of the glue and keep you looking like the gorgeous girl
that you are. Only Daphne knows how to remove the ring so you'd better
be a good girl. She might decide to punish bad behavior by keeping you
permanently chaste and out of trouble." Before I could think of a
suitable retort, Daphne, seeing trouble brewing intervened by politely
thanking and paying Sydney for his services. Departing with a big smile
on his face, I knew that he was laughing to himself at my predicament.
Daphne claimed he was just pleased about how generous the tip had been.

"Lighten up!" Daphne said. "We have to finish getting you ready for your
beauty appointment." Glad that Sydney was gone, I let Daphne finish
dressing me in a thong panty that matched my bra, shear tights and a
smart business outfit; white silk blouse, tight fitting black pencil
skirt, a purse and moderate heels. With a little mascara, red lipstick
and a wig I was ready to venture out into the world as a woman. No! Not
really! I was petrified that neighbors might recognize me. Not wanting
to be seen, I scooted out of my apartment to the staccato of rapidly
click-clacking high heels and literally dived into the refuge of a
waiting taxi cab.

Daphne, trailing behind me teased, "Wow, that's impressive. Running in
high heels! You must have done this before?" Finally, seeing my distress
at being out in public like this, she stopped the teasing and gave me
some much needed advice. "Now take a deep breath, and calm down. I know
it's all new to you but from now on you must act like the woman you
appear to be. Don't ever run in heels. Always walk slowly swinging your
hips a little. It will help if you place one foot directly in front of
the other on an imaginary line. Oh, and I don't want to ever see you
flash those panty's again, swing your legs together when getting in and
out of a car." Sufficiently chastened, I gradually calmed down and
decided to heed her good advice. It was a lot to remember but with
practice the moves should become second nature to me. Just in time I was
finally collected enough to confront my next ordeal, the beauty salon.
Taking Daphne's advice I practiced exiting the car like a lady.

"Hello Joan," said Daphne to the owner as we entered the beauty parlor.
"I hope we're not late."

"Of course not, darling! Your timing is perfect as usual," responded
Joan.

Then exchanging hugs I was introduced as Daphne's best friend Cindy.

"So this is her, you didn't tell me she's such a natural beauty."

Blushing at the compliment I was tongue tied and scared to utter my
first words in a female voice. I hoped I could maintain the higher pitch
without dropping into my normal tone. Knowing that women always looked
to complement one another, I managed to stutter, "I've just been dying
to visit here ever since Daphne told me about you."

"Well, thank you," responded Joan with a big smile. Glancing down at her
appointment book she said, "I have you down for a full makeover Cindy.
It will take about five hours to complete but I think you'll be very
pleased with the results. You should know we'll be doing our best to win
you over as a regular customer." Not if I could help it, I thought!

Seeing that I was in good hands and had no chance to flee, Daphne, after
another round of hugs, took her leave promising to pick me up
afterwards. Handing me over to Suzy for a facial and cuticle
conditioning, Joan whispered in my ear, "I can see that this is your
first time dear. There's no need to be embarrassed. You're not the first
'gurl' we've done this for, so just relax and enjoy the experience.
Daphne has given us full instructions for your make-over."

A plastic cape placed over my blouse, I was told to lie back putting my
head in the headrest. My wig and make-up were removed for the
application of a facial peel. Slices of cucumber covered my eyes, mud
drying on my face, as my toes and fingers were dipped into a warm soapy
solution. Suzy worked on my cuticles and buffed my nails. It felt good
and I did not mind the attention; after all some men got manicures and
even pedicures. Next the facial peel was removed and I was moved over to
the shampoo chair. Head leaned backwards over the sink my hair was
washed and conditioned. It seemed I was in a factory line as next I was
moved to yet another chair where the stylist Miriam first cut and then
worked on weaving extensions into my hair. My natural hair was long for
a man but too short to be convincing as a woman. So far, everything had
been most agreeable and nothing to worry about. I actually felt very
relaxed. After the weekend, a quick haircut would take care of returning
me to normal.

Joan came up to me saying, "How's it going dear?"

I replied, "Just wonderful, this is so relaxing."

"Glad you are enjoying the experience. Here, drink this complimentary
glass of Pinot Grigio." I gratefully accepted the wine and after a few
sips drifted off to sleep.

I felt my left shoulder being gently shaken and heard a voice calling,
"Wake-up Cindy, wake-up." On drowsily opening my eyes I was shocked to
see a feminine looking hand, my hand, with long pink nails having white
tips. A French manicure I thought to myself. Groggily I raised my eyes
to look at the mirror only to see the reflection of a woman with long
wavy golden locks flowing down around her shoulders.

"It's time to wake up Cindy. You've slept through most of the fun and
it's time to complete your make-up" said Miriam. Now sufficiently awake,
I knew where I was and who the gorgeous blond must be! The acrylic
extensions would not come off easily, but worse than that, I had dyed,
permed hair that fell all the way over my shoulders. Alright, I thought
trying not to panic, more difficult to reverse come Monday, but it could
still be done. Now I would need some hair dye and I knew not what to
remove the nails. Daphne would help. Then I noticed the pierced ears
complete with dangling earrings. I even sported a glittering nose stud
in my left nostril.

Seeing my state of shock from across the room, Joan came by asking if I
would like another glass of wine. This time I knew better and declined
the offer. Joan whispered, "Relax Cindy, you look absolutely gorgeous.
Daphne did not want you freaking out with all of the changes so we
agreed it would be best if you slept through the worst of it. This glass
is just wine. All we need to do now is finish your make-up and you're
ready to go.

Having gone so far what choice did I have? It was too late to make a
scene so I lay back quietly as fake eyelashes were glued on one lash at
a time and the completed eyelash primped in a lash curler. My eyebrows
were painfully tweezered into a thin arched line. Next I was ready for
the war paint. At each stage I was instructed on how, in future, to
apply make-up. Foundation, setting powder, blush, eye shadow, mascara,
eyeliner, lip liner and lipstick were all applied to perfection. Looking
in the mirror, all I could see was a somewhat scared but beautiful woman
looking back at me. Trying to play it cool, I thanked Joan for her
miraculous work. "Not at all Cindy," she replied. "With your bone
structure and unblemished skin, it's easy and pleasurable work."

To make her day I said, "I just love the new me." We hugged each other,
brushing cheeks to each side of the face while smacking our lips to
sound like kisses. I felt proud of my new found feminine skill for
affectionate departures. Joan said a parting, "So glad you like your new
look Cindy. Please come see us again soon."

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Daphne as she entered the salon. "Cindy, is that
you? You look absolutely stunning. Come on girlfriend, we have some
serious shopping to do!"

For her Birthday, Daddy was treating Daphne to a private designer
fashion show from which to select suitable new outfits to wear on her
birthday. On hearing that Daphne had a new very best friend, he'd
insisted that Cindy be included on the shopping spree. At a minimum,
Daphne said we both needed gowns and matching shoes for attending the
ballet and sexy dresses for nightclubbing afterwards.

Before that, Daphne said I needed to have my own everyday clothes.
"Why?" I asked.

"Because, silly, Daddy will send someone to verify who you are and where
you live," she replied.

I had not thought of that and how complicated everything was getting to
be. Daphne was also beginning to talk to me as if I truly were her
girlfriend, and a silly one at that! Apparently my apartment needed to
look like that of a girl's, not a boy's. Taking advantage of my salon
visit and our clothes shopping, Daphne was having my apartment
refurnished and decorated in a feminine way. I thought Daphne was
getting carried away by all of the changes but she insisted on
completing the illusion.

I became Daphne's Barbie doll as we went from store to store with me
modelling almost every item of clothing. First purchase was an authentic
waist cinching corset that after much pulling on the laces took four
inches off my waist. Apparently I needed to be as slender as possible
before selecting all of my new clothing. There seemed no end to the
purchases of intimates; bra's, panties, nylons, camisoles, nightgowns,
etc. Not finished yet, blouses, skirts, sun dresses, work day suits,
shoes and even handbags were added to complete my wardrobe; way to much
clothing for just a weekend. Daphne paid for everything and all of the
purchases were delivered to my apartment. I wondered what the neighbors
would be thinking!

I now stood in a satin blouse with short arm cuffs and black leather
mini-skirt with matching bolero jacket. I had on knee length boots with
6" stiletto heels and a designer handbag slung over my shoulder. Perched
on my head was a wide brimmed hat from which some black open lace
netting d****d over my face. Surprisingly, I looked very convincing in
this outfit; truly a high-maintenance, hot looking babe! Daphne was
clearly having as much fun dressing me as I was experiencing the new
female sensations. However, I also felt guilty at so much spending on
clothing that I would never wear. Maybe I could return most of it later.
For now though, it felt very erotic, perched on tip-toe with garters
pulling at the tops of my nyloned legs; my waist cinched ever so tight.
The clothes only served to accentuate a perfect figure; a prominent butt
and well-endowed boobs sheathed in layers of silk and leather.

"OK girlfriend, now you look suitably dressed for some serious gown
shopping," exclaimed Daphne. So, arm in arm, off we set in search of
female glamor. This time the gowns were displayed by professional models
parading down a catwalk. Sitting carefully, I tried not to let my mini-
skirt rise too high as we sat and perused the display of high fashion
gowns. Feeling somewhat undressed, I kept pulling down on the hemline as
we discussed and selected which gowns to try on ourselves. So this is
what it felt like to be a rich, glamorous, high-fashion woman.

We picked out a sapphire blue satin gown for me. Daphne said the color
matched my eyes and perfectly set off my blond hair. It had a corset top
that displayed lots of cleavage on me. The bottom was very tight and
restrictive, trapping my legs in a full length satin sheath. Even with a
slit from ankle to mid-thigh, walking required me to use lots of small
high heeled steps that gave a wiggle to my butt. All of that I found
somewhat disconcerting but enjoyable. At least the gown came with a wrap
to cover my shoulders and exposed cleavage. Daphne chose a similar gown
in emerald green to match her eyes. By the time we came to selecting
nightclubbing dresses I was quite inebriated and not paying much
attention to the job at hand. I left dress selection completely in
Daphne's capable hands.

My nightclubbing dress was altogether different from the gown. Clearly
it was designed to showcase the body and expose as much flesh as
possible. This had a side benefit of providing complete freedom to move
and dance wildly. Not really a dress, it consisted of two pieces. The
top was more like a one piece bathing suit with barely wide enough
bandage strips that covered each breast separately. It left the butt
naked and provided only minimal coverage for the crotch. Having a thong
with hook and eye closure, it wouldn't be necessary to undress for
bathroom visits or sexual encounters. It was made of a bright red
stretchy material that gave the appearance of liquid metal. Any
onlookers would have an unobstructed view of flesh going all the way
down between the breasts to the hips, while those from behind would see
an exposed back tapering in a V shape to the top of the butt crack. It
was obvious that no bra could be worn with this, so it came with nude
colored self-adhesive cups to stick onto each breast. My boobs were
certainly going to be free to bounce around a lot. The bottom was a very
short, silver colored, flared mini-skirt. Covered in glittering sequins
it showed off the legs to mid-thigh. When twirling and dancing it would
flare out, flashing three sixty views of the skimpily covered crotch and
bare buttocks. The dress also came with a matching sequined wrap. Daphne
was happy with her selection for me and by that time I was too blitzed
on champagne to realize how much of my body it exposed. Daphne had
chosen a much more conservative and ladylike dress for herself.

Daphne dropped me off at my apartment. Returning home I was too drunk to
care if the neighbors or anyone else might see me. Giving me a chaste
kiss, Daphne reminded me to show up at her apartment tomorrow at 4 pm
with my gown and dress. The front door nameplate now said Cindy Lawson.
The apartment was completely changed. Gone were my male clothes replaced
by all of the day's feminine purchases. Pink was now the predominant
room color and I had a mirrored make-up table loaded with all kinds of
perfume and make-up. This was a lot of expense just to fool Daddy for a
weekend of uninhibited sex with Daphne. I was flattered at all of the
trouble and cost Daphne had taken to spend her birthday with me.

The bed was now a four poster fitted out with satin sheets and
comforter. I was so overwhelmed and tired that I just collapsed on top
of the bed and feel asleep until noon the next day. Waking up I was
shocked to find myself still fully dressed as a girl. Stripping off my
clothes I put on a plastic hair cover and took a hot shower. As a mark
of male rebellion I peed standing up in the shower; saving me the
trouble of having to sit down on the toilet seat it also gave me a few
moments to come to terms with the fact that I now had female sex
characteristics. Feeling much refreshed I stepped out of the shower and
stood in front of the mirror only to be reminded that I still looked
like someone's wet dream. The make-up was still pristine and perfect.
Shit, they must have used semi-permanent make-up. Yesterday was not a
dream after all and I still had to be Cindy for Daphne's birthday
celebrations.

I arrived at Daphne's as planned and we helped each other to get ready.
"Daphne, I don't think I can go through with this, especially wearing
the nightclub dress," I protested as the clock quickly progressed to
departure time. "Don't be silly, Cindy," said Daphne,, "I know we went a
bit too far in picking out that dress, but it's too late to back out
now. You look fabulous in it. Besides, if Daddy found out now he would
kill you." With that sobering thought still echoing in my head the door-
bell rang.

Daphne opened the door only to gasp in surprise and exclaim, "Why Daddy
and Adrian, what a wonderful surprise. What are you doing here?"

Daddy responded, "I wanted to surprise you. We couldn't miss your coming
of age celebration. After all, it only happens once in a lifetime."

Adrian grabbed hold of Daphne and kissed her saying, "Many happy returns
darling." Everyone then noticed another young man of Adrian's age
standing in the doorway. "This is my best buddy George. We couldn't keep
him away when he heard about your friend Cindy."

Without missing a beat Daphne said, "Daddy, Adrian and George, this is
my best friend, Cindy." We all exchanged hugs and I had my first
experience of greeting men and feeling the novel experience of my
breasts pushing against their chests as my cheeks felt the sandpaper of
facial stubble.

Now I was well and truly stuck. Instead of an evening alone with Daphne
I had by default become a blind date for George. I had not expected my
disguise to come under such close scrutiny and wondered if I would
survive the evening. The men helped us into our wraps and escorted us to
the restaurant. I felt very self-conscious acting the part of a
beautiful woman being escorted to the dining table by a handsome man.
George held out a seat for me. I sat down as graciously as possible in
the skin tight gown and heels only to realize that I was now sandwiched
between the two men.

Daddy, it turned out, seemed to know a lot about me. "You must be a very
intelligent young lady; I hear that you are soon to be a business
graduate."

"Yes," I smiled replying, "Summa Cum Laude." My pride getting the better
of me. I was wondering how much and what else Daddy knew about Cindy. I
would have to be careful not to volunteer information in case I put my
foot in it.

"Well, my business is always looking for talented young people. You
could even start as an intern before graduating. Of course, we expect
everyone to start at the bottom but a smart young lady like you would
soon make rapid progress upwards in the company. Why don't you come for
an interview this coming Monday? Let me see; is 10 am OK for you?" he
said while entering the appointment in his smart phone. I could only
smile and nod yes in reply. How ironic, the interview was just what I
needed as a man, but I could not accept as Cindy. I would have to go to
the interview but find a way to politely decline the offer.

All of this time, George had been a busy boy. I had to constantly peel
his hand off my leg and thigh as we sat at the dining table. George was
pretty full of himself as he expounded on his athletic prowess and great
career prospects. It was difficult to keep a smile on my face and
maintain a pretense of interest in the drunken fool's boring dialogue. I
suppose some women would have been thrilled to date him, but I was not
just some woman. Thank god the dinner was finally coming to an end.
Daphne and I finally had a chance to escape to the ladies room.

"Sorry about this Cindy," said Daphne as we looked into the mirror re-
touching our lipstick. "I couldn't tell Adrian and Daddy to get lost,
tonight of all nights. Besides, I expect George is having a thrill
keeping you fully entertained" she said with a mischievous laugh.

"Entertained," I freaked out. "I can't take any more of his groping and
conceit. You have to help me keep him at a distance."

"Now you know what the other half have to deal with," giggled Daphne.
"Just hold in there, Cindy, and we'll be spending the night together in
bed."

Things went a little bit better at the ballet. By this time, of course,
my corset was killing me. I was forced to sit fully upright waving a fan
in one hand while the other firmly held onto George's hand keeping it
safely away from my leg. I hoped he was not getting any ideas about me.
At least there was no need for conversation as we watched the ballet.
Daphne and Adrian seemed to be getting on very well together
demonstrating an undercurrent of affection between them that I had not
expected; not at all the bore Daphne had previously described to me.

During drinks at the intermission Daddy brought up yet another
disastrous idea. "Daphne, don't you find living alone in your apartment
a little bit lonely."

"Now you come to mention it, yes I do," Daphne responded, "but you won't
let me have any roommates."

"You know that's not strictly true," he chided her. "I just won't let
you share it with any men" Daddy chuckled. "It's large enough for two so
why don't you ask Cindy to move in?"

"Do you really mean it? That's a just super idea Daddy, thank you so
much." Turning a mischievous smile towards me she continued, "I wanted
her to move in but didn't know how you would take it."

"That's settled then," said a beaming Daddy. "Adrian is going to be
staying here on Earth for six months and I'll be much happier with you
having Cindy as a room-mate."

Once again I did not get a vote, but was expected to be happy at the
outcome of their discussion. What could Daphne possibly be thinking? I
could not keep up the pretense of being a woman for that long. I needed
to change back to my old self come next week.

The ballet over we went back to Daphne's to change into our club attire.
Daphne worked on my makeup as I complained about having to move in with
her.

"What are you complaining about? This is our dream come true. We can
finally be together 24/7. Isn't that what you want too?"

"God yes," I agreed, "but as your boyfriend, not your girlfriend!" I
retorted.

"How much do you love me?"

Being male I knew the only correct response, "More than anything, more
than life itself."

"Then prove it," Daphne replied, "Just be my girlfriend for the next six
months. That way I get to keep Adrian at bay and live with my true love
24/7. It will be fun; we'll be able to go out shopping and partying
together too."

I had no desire to continue masquerading as a girl even if I had Daphne
all to myself in her apartment. I needed to quickly quash the idea as
impractical. "I could never pass full time as a woman," I argued. "It
takes more than just wearing a dress. I just don't have the acting
skills."

Pouting, she said, "You've done fine as a girl so far. I'm beginning to
think you don't want to live with me."

"Of course I do, but it's impossible to continuously keep up the voice
and mannerisms of a woman. I'm bound to slip up some time soon and get
caught. What about unexpected visitors to the apartment finding me, not
Cindy, at home."

Starting with a frown on her face that turned into a smile, she
responded, "Of course, you are right. That is a concern, but I think I
may know of a solution."

Oh no, instead of successfully putting an end to the nonsensical idea I
had, to my horror, only made it much worse.

"I know of a discrete health spa that works miracles. They will turn you
into, I mean make you appear to be, my very beautiful girlfriend Cindy
with no risk of exposure to Adrian, or any other man for that matter.
And just think of the other benefits. We can expand our love making
experiences. I've always wanted to try out the lesbian side of sex and
now we can share that thrill together. Isn't that just wonderful?"

Wonderful? Now, not only would I have to dress 24/7 as a women but I was
expected to become her pseudo lesbian lover! This had gone way too far
but I saw no easy way out. If I wanted to keep Daphne I had to go along
with her scheme for a little while until she grew tired of it. I was now
trapped by Daddy's generosity and Daphne's desire to experience lesbian
sex with me!

Putting on my night clubbing dress, I found it be a lot more revealing
than I liked. Daphne said I looked fantastic and applied glitter make up
down between my breasts and the small of my back. I was feeling very
self-conscious and afraid to go out dressed so sexy looking and exposed.
Daphne insisted I take one of her nerve pills to help me relax. After I
had calmed down we rejoined the men waiting in the living room. George's
eyes literally popped out of their sockets when he caught sight of me in
the skimpy dress. Daddy, thinking I did not see him, winked at George
and said, "I'm way too old for nightclubs. Why don't you youngsters go
out and enjoy yourselves?"

As we left, George placed the sequined wrap around my shoulders. I put
my arm into his as he escorted me to the waiting limousine. The very
short hemline of my dress made it impossible to enter the car without
exposing my naked bottom and barely covered crotch. George stole an
appreciative look at my involuntary display, before getting into the car
as well. Taking similar, but just as ineffective, care on exiting the
car I gave the waiting parking valet an eye-full too. Thinking that I
could not hear, the valet whispered, "Lucky bastard, sir," to George.
Blushing red with embarrassment, I was escorted together with Adrian and
Daphne into the night club.

After a few Martinis I loosened up a bit and managed to chat quite
casually with both George and Adrian. I had to take great care to
maintain female mannerisms and not slur my speech as I became more
intoxicated. I was feeling very relaxed and high spirited, unaware that
Daphne's pill was having a big effect upon me. The music began to
vibrate and couples made their way onto the dance floor. Daphne easily
persuaded me to join her on the floor and we soon took center stage
dancing with abandon to the music. Feeling less and less inhibited, I
deliberately worked my boobs to take on a life of their own, bouncing
and swinging independently of each other. It felt weird but somehow
sexy. After noticing the way my skirt flared to expose my naked butt, I
became even more of a slut by purposefully turning and twisting to fully
exhibit my assets. I loved the way the stage lights reflected off the
flared sequined skirt to form patterns on the ceiling. I realize now
that Daphne must have slipped me an extra special pill, not just a
relaxant. But at that moment, on the dance floor, I found it titillating
to be the center of attention entertaining so many hungry male eyes. I
purposely sought out to see how many young men I could attract by the
sight of my glistening semi-naked body as it gyrated to the music.

Some dances later I was coming down off my high and beginning to realize
just how much of a fool I had been. Why had I felt so sexy and behaved
as such a hussy. Looking as I did, I came to the realization of just how
dangerous it had been to flaunt myself in that manner. Fortunately we
had Adrian and George to protect us from any unwanted male overtures,
but then I wondered about later; who was going to protect me from
George? Even if he doesn't think me a slut, he must think I'm a sure
thing for tonight. Fortunately, Daphne and I would be saying goodnight
to the men together.

I was grateful for George's protection as he joined me on the dance
floor. By now my dancing moves had calmed down; bumping our rear ends
together to the beat of the music was, by then, my most risqué move.
When it came to a slow dance I felt him take my hand and place his other
arm tightly around my waist. I felt my body being pulled towards him
until my breasts pushed gently into his chest. It seemed natural to lay
my head down against his shoulder. Moving my body slowly in synch with
his I found it was easy to follow his lead. We were wrapped together so
tightly that I could feel his engorged penis as it stood to attention
pushing against my skimpy dress. Confused, I felt myself excited by
George but also jealous to see Daphne doing the same with Adrian. George
started taking advantage by cupping and squeezing my bare bottom with
his hand under my skirt. After my earlier antics I had little
credibility to tell him to stop and, truth told, I was enjoying the
unusual feeling. Having got away with no reprimand, he began to kiss my
neck and nibble on my ear. I giggled thinking, if he wasn't more
careful, he would end up with a mouthful of diamond studded earing. By
the second slow dance he was kissing me on the lips and pushing his
tongue into my mouth. Telling myself that I was just playing a role, I
forced myself to return his affection. At first I felt sick kissing a
man, but after a while it didn't seem much different to kissing a woman.

"Way to go girl," Daphne teased me after repairing to the ladies room.

"I didn't enjoy it," I replied. "It makes me feel sick."

"Really," she laughingly responded, "you certainly fooled me then. Its
OK darling, I'm not jealous, but you've been flirting and giving him
come-on signals all night long. He's probably so wound up by now that
you'll need to go all the way before this evening's over."

"What do you mean all of the way?" I replied.

"Look, I'm not against you experiencing sex with George. It's a good
opportunity to enjoy the full female experience. I won't be jealous so
please don't be jealous of me and Adrian."

"What do you mean, jealous of you and Adrian?" I asked.

"Well, I'm going to have to be nice to my fiancé tonight or Daddy will
get suspicious. I've invited Adrian to spend the night with me. You will
have to sleep in the spare bedroom."

"That's not fair. I was counting on us being together. Also, if Adrian's
there, then George will want to hang around. He'll also expect to stay
and have sex with me too, so how can I get rid of him?"

"After your performance tonight, of course he will. If you don't want
the pleasure then you'll just have to let him down nicely. Remember, we
do have to keep our cover as being girlfriends. I'm sorry for breaking
my promise about tonight but what else can I do? They weren't supposed
to show up and spoil our weekend together."

Horrified, I returned to our table and proceeded to get as drunk as
possible. We were all pretty well blitzed by the time we got back to
Daphne's but the effects of Daphne's pill had fully worn off. Adrian and
Daphne quickly disappeared into her bedroom to the sound of giggles and
clothes being rapidly removed. I was left alone to entertain George. Not
missing an opportunity, he led me into the spare bedroom and we sat down
on the bed.

"I'm sorry George but we can't sleep together. I've had a wonderful time
with you tonight but I have my period." He was obviously disappointed
but still determined to sleep with me. I went into the bathroom and
quickly change into one of Daphne's all too flimsy baby doll
nightdresses. After placing a tampon in the fake vagina, I climbed into
bed, and gave him a strong hint to leave me alone by turning my body
away from him. Gratefully, I was soon fast asleep.

I awoke early just before sunrise. I had been having this strange dream
of being made love to by a man. It was a few moments before I realized
it was not just a dream. George lay spooning my body with one of my
breasts cupped in his hand, a thumb casually caressing the nipple
through the flimsy nightdress. He was asleep, gently snoring. I could
feel his very erect penis pressing between the cheeks of my buttock.
What was I to do now? At a loss for good ideas, I just lay there finally
managing to drift off again to an uneasy sleep.

I awoke from yet another sexual dream to find my breasts being kissed
and a hand caressing the inside of my thigh. "No, please don't," I
pleaded as George rolled me onto my back and pinioned me with his body.

"Don't be such a tease, Cindy. I know you want really want me."

"But I have my period," I pleaded.

"OK, turn over and we can do it doggy style," he responded.

At a loss for excuses, I turned over and lay face down on the bed, a
pillow at my hips raising my bottom into the air. He climbed over my
buttocks pushing his erect penis between my cheeks. As I felt the head
push against the opening of my sphincter he advised me to relax and let
him enter. I gasped as he slowly pushed further into the opening.
Covering my mouth with his hand he slid in all of the way making me
scream out load. Fortunately he wore a lubricated condom or the pain
would have been much worse as he plunged in and out, in and out of me
until finally coming to orgasm. I lay their trembling, feeling violated
and sore from the encounter. George, apparently satisfied said, "You did
well for a virgin, my dear." He knew by how tight I had been that I had
desperately fought the foreign intruder. "It's always tough the first
time, but with practice you'll learn to relax and find it more
pleasurable." As he showered I lay their crying from both the experience
and his insensitive words. Turning to sobs and finally hysterical
laughter I wondered what he would do if he ever found out that it was a
man he'd actually fucked up the ass.

George had dressed and departed long before Adrian and Daphne showed
their faces for breakfast. I said nothing about my experience; was it
**** or had I led him on? I felt violated but had, if somewhat
reluctantly, voluntarily complied with his wishes. Daphne and Adrian
enjoyed a friendly breakfast while I was sullen and introspective. After
Adrian left I burst into tears and told Daphne all about my ordeal.
Daphne said, "Sorry you had to experience such a terrible thing dear but
it's not the end of the world. Many girls have had to satisfy their man
that way. Here, let me give you a hug you poor thing. Now you know how
dangerous it is to flirt with and tease a man." I was distressed that
Daphne expressed little sympathy for me and referred to me as a girl; I
was her boyfriend that had just been fucked by a man!

We spent the rest of the weekend together, just the two of us. What I
had anticipated to be a tumultuous weekend of frolicking sex turned out
to be a humiliating experience for me. Not equipped with an accessible
penis, I was taught how to satisfy Daphne's needs as a lesbian lover.
She took great delight in directing me exactly where to stimulate her
with my tongue and how to bring her to maximum arousal. At times I could
not breathe as my nose penetrated deeply into her slit. If that proved
insufficient I had to use a vibrating dildo to bring her to climax. She
had a great time reaching many orgasms; all I felt was deep frustration
and eventually resentment from having no arousal. Due to my encapsulated
manhood I could feel absolutely nothing. To be fair, she did try to
satisfy me with a strap on dildo. Thrusting into my fake vagina did
nothing to excite but, since the strap on was double sided, Daphne
enjoyed herself immensely. Seeing my frustration, she offered to
stimulate my prostrate using the strap on but based on my painful
experience with George I quickly declined the offer.

Monday morning arrived and Daphne reminded me of my appointment for a
job interview. I would have blown it off but she reminded me how
important it was to keep up the pretense of being Cindy. I dressed in a
tight fitting navy blue office suit. The tight pencil skirt went to
below the knee while the jacket was left unbuttoned prominently
displaying my well-endowed bust. Daphne helped me with the make-up. I
put on some matching jewelry and a few squirts of perfume. After just a
coffee and slice of toast for breakfast I was bundled into a cab and
sent off to my appointment. Feeling foolish dressed like this, I still
went ahead into the office building and checked in with the
receptionist; a cute perfectly proportioned brunette with impeccably
manicured long nails. She was smartly dressed in a tan colored business
suit. I sat quietly sipping coffee until it became time for my
interview. She gave me a genuine smile and an offer of good luck as I
was promptly shown into the awaiting office.

"George," I exclaimed, "I did not expect to see you here." Surprise and
disappointment must have been written all over my face as I tried to
recover my composure.

"Yes, I know. Fortunately for me, Magnus could not make it and asked for
me to stand in for him," George replied.

Trying to act cool, I forced a smile onto my face saying, "It's a
pleasant surprise to see you again."

"Look, I can see by your face that you are not happy with me right now.
The truth is you deserve an apology from me," said George. "I hope you
can forgive me for Friday night. I fear that I took terrible advantage
of you. My only excuse, if there is one, is that you are very beautiful
and I had too much to drink. Once again I'm sorry, that didn't quite
come out as I intended. What I meant to say is can you find it in your
heart to forgive me?"

He seemed sincere in his bumbling apology so I said, "Not at all. We
both got a little bit carried away. I had a good time and there's
nothing to forgive."

George looked very relieved and gave me a big smile. "Thank you so much.
It's very generous of you to forgive my bad behavior. "

"Just forget it ever happened. Let's pretend we haven't met before and
start from there."

"Ok," he replied with a look of gratitude. "Let's get down to business
then. I hear that once you graduate, you will be looking for a
management position."

"Yes, come the fall I will have a Summa Cum Laude degree in Business
Management and am looking for a suitable starting position in
management. I realize school does not teach you everything you need to
know and that I have to start at the bottom to gain practical experience
before becoming a full manager."

George seemed to like what he heard. "That's wonderful," he said.
"You've yet to graduate so for now all I can really offer is a starting
position as a trainee executive assistant. I'm afraid that's just a
glorified title for secretary. You'll be expected to do the more menial
tasks such as making coffee, setting up business dinners and lunches,
running errands, etc."

"Being a secretary will be great for building experience in the interim
but what sort of prospects can I expect once I graduate?" I asked.

"If you do well, then as soon as you graduate you'll be promoted to
trainee assistant manager. If your performance reviews go well, then
after a few years we can even offer to pay off all of your student debt
and give you a promotion. You'll find our salaries are very competitive,
probably the best in town."

Working as a secretary was not appealing to me, but the future prospects
were good. Daddy had probably set up the position keep his daughter's
best friend happy. As myself, I would love to have the job offer, but as
Cindy, it tied me to being a woman all of the time. It seems life is
just one big Catch 22. Ever since this weekend's ruse I seemed doomed to
play the part of a female. Daphne intended me to stay this way for six
months longer so, for now, I saw no harm in accepting the position.
Anyway, the job would provide pocket money and it might be a blast
fooling of all those male managers.

"I'm so glad you'll be joining us," said George. "I know you'll be very
happy here. To start you'll be in the secretarial pool but that won't
last long. Before you know it you'll be a fully-fledged executive
assistant. When can you start?"

"Is Monday, two weeks from now OK?" I enquired.

"That's excellent," he said. "Oh, I forgot to mention the dress code but
seeing how tastefully you're dressed, I know it won't be a problem. The
secretaries are required to wear full make-up, smart business dresses or
suits, no pants, have manicured nails, sheer seamed nylons and 3,"
minimum heels. I'm afraid it sounds very 1950'ish but the policy has
been found to work well."

The message was clear; I had to look sexy in at all times. This would
not be a problem as all of my clothes were of that nature. I'd just have
to get some seamed stockings. My biggest concern was being able to pass
as a woman with all of the other secretaries. "So I take it you don't
hire many men as secretaries?" I teased him.

He joked back, "No, but if we did, they would have to meet the dress
code. We apply the rules fairly to both men and women." Sure I thought.
I'm beginning to realize it's just that the rules are different for the
women!

Daphne was thrilled at my success and determined to immediately prepare
me for the longer term excursion into womanhood. I was not given a
chance for second thoughts, as Daphne escorted me to the health spa. It
was a large, secluded facility hidden behind ivy clad brick walls and
topped by razor wire. The gates were manned by security guards that
seemed very slack since they did not check our bona fides. As
instructed, I brought nothing but the female clothes I was wearing.
After signing in for 'treatment' I protested as my purse containing
female id, keys and phone were confis**ted for the duration of my stay.
Apparently the spa also functioned as a d**g rehab facility, and the
guards were not just decoration; they were there to stop patients from
leaving without permission. To leave a patient needed the consent of
both their sponsor and supervising doctor. At the time, I was unaware of
the implications of signing-in. I learnt soon enough though, that I had
become a patient with legal guardianship rights over me assigned to
Daphne as my sponsor and a Dr. Janet Waverly, my medical supervisor.

Before meeting with Daphne and Janet in the admissions room, I was led
into a changing room and told to undress and don a pink hospital gown,
the kind that ties in the back leaving your butt exposed. On entering
Janet's office I sat down very carefully so as not to expose myself or
show my discomfort at sitting on a cold metal chair. Janet and Daphne
were already situated comfortably on leather lounge chairs, chatting
away while sipping from glasses of wine. It was very embarrassing to be
dressed and seated as I was, only to be further humiliated when refused
a glass of wine; patients are not allowed to consume alcohol.

At first I let Daphne do the talking, "Cindy here wants to live 24/7
with me as my girlfriend and roommate. As you can see, with the
prostheses and a good make-over, he makes a very convincing woman, but
she needs a longer term solution. We had a very successful trial run as
Cindy this weekend, more so than I expected. Cindy even managed to
successfully entertain a man; you know doggy style! Didn't you darling?"

I was mortified. How could she embarrass me so in front of a total
stranger? She made it sound as if it was my idea of wanting to look like
a woman when all I wanted is to be her man.

"It went so well," Daphne continued, "that we want to continue on a more
permanent basis. Money is not a limitation. I'm happy to pay for any of
the necessary changes, but he, I mean she, needs to be one hundred
percent convincing in looks, speech, and mannerisms."

"Well," Dr. Waverly responded, "we have a wide range of options
available to you. It's just a matter of how realistic you want to be and
how long and how far you want to go."

I decided it was time to jump in and to set things on the right course.
"I have absolutely no desire to actually become a woman. I just need to
pass socially as one but remain free to make love to Daphne as a man."
For emphasis I added, "Any changes must be reversible; absolutely
nothing can be permanent."

Smiling at me Dr. Waverly said, "May I call you Cindy. Good, you may
call me Dr. Waverly. There's absolutely no need to feel embarrassed
about your needs or to think that your manhood is threatened in any way.
I am your Doctor so everything thing said here is completely
confidential. Daphne and I are just here to help in selecting the best
options for you. I am sure that we can satisfy your needs."

Much relieved by the doctor's reassurances, the discussion seemed to be
at an end. Dr. Waverly pressed a button on her desk and a male nurse
entered the room. "Please take Cindy," Janet said waving a hand to
indicate me, "and get her settled in comfortably." Thinking that
everything had been settled to my satisfaction I stood, said my
farewells to Daphne and like a lamb, followed him quietly out of the
room.

With Cindy conveniently out of the way, Daphne and Janet were free for a
more open and in-depth discussion of Cindy's future.

"Our services range from short term transitions using prostheses, such
as you just used over the weekend, all the way up to more long term
solutions with synthi-skin, hormones, SRU and even genital transplants.
I assume you are looking for something more permanent. How long a time-
period will Cindy need to appear a wom